beauty in the city
2 years ago
Last night as I was leaving the office, I stepped into the swirling peopled mayhem of Times Square. It was about 6.45, and as I looked into the westward sky, gaudily framed within towering, neon-blinking buildings, I saw a perfect pink outline of a chubby cloud, suspended in a monochrome blue-gray gloam. I was stunned by its exquisite beauty, and wished I had a camera at hand for posterity.
